A Tommy writes home
Harry Lamin was a 41 year-old lacemaker from Darbyshire when he was conscripted in the winter of 1917. His letters home are being posted, ninety years to the day after they were written, by his grandson. I havenâ€™t had any luck with the subscription, which is a pity because having them arrive in the in-box would be the best way of following Harryâ€™s experience (if anyone figures this out, let me know!) but his unfolding life on the Front (heâ€™s â€œcurrentlyâ€ in Italy) is quite an experience:
It must have upset Uncle a great deal when he heard about Jackâ€™s death and no doubt it would make him worse. The weather here is still very cold at night but it is grand in the day. I donâ€™t suppose the war will be over just yet it looks like lasting another twelve months to me, I hope Iâ€™m wrong. I think America has got to have a good to try at it before it finishes. Things look very bad in England as regards food they seem short all over of course we get our usual rations which is none to big, but we cant grumble we have missed something coming out here and leaving Flanders I hope we donâ€™t go back again, things are very quiet out here, well they have been up to now but we donâ€™t know how long they going to last. (From 7 Feb 1918)
The letters are also linked to the Battalionâ€™s war diary, the record of movements, battles, training exercises, baths day, etc.